Volume 1: In 2007, My Grandmother Gave Me Golden Silkworm Gu Chapter 29
With this roar, my stagnant mind couldn't tell whether it was someone else's voice or my own anger. I only knew that after this voice that filled my whole world appeared, countless continuous echoes floated in the air, and that
The gloomy coldness that freezes my thoughts is like ice and snow under the sunshine in spring. It begins to melt. Using such a word seems too slow, because in an instant, the coldness recedes like the tide./
Accompanying this roar was an extremely sharp sound.
This voice contains fear, surprise, uneasiness, disappointment and confusion... I can't tell you how I can distinguish so many emotions from this scream. I can only say that I really, truly feel it.
I could feel all these emotions. It was like a gourmet like Lao Wan, who happily went to the red light district to spend money. When he walked in the door, he found that the person lying on the bed was his own mother-in-law.
Or more complex emotions, I won’t describe them one by one.
I opened my eyes and saw a black mist that was ten times thinner than before rushing out from between my mouth and nose. It first condensed into a human shape in the void, and then flew towards the west without stopping at all.
Go over to the west... I stopped thinking and started to think about the problem, and suddenly realized that the west is the direction of the meter array arranged by the old man Ouyang Zhijian?
I put my hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but the muscles all over my body seemed to be beyond my control and did not obey my command at all. The only thing I could do was to raise my head slightly and look to the west.
Sure enough, the black mist had already penetrated into Ouyang's mouth and nose between his fingers, and there was still a black breath lingering outside.
As he danced wildly, his whole body was shaken, and he knelt down on the ground, holding the area surrounded by rice grains with both hands. Frost immediately formed on his beard. He raised his head, looked at me, and smiled calmly.
I tried my best to open my mouth and said a voice I couldn't recognize: "Why? Why do you want to find a ghost to enter your body..."
He was originally poisoned by corpse poison and his face was livid, but now the evil spirit has taken over his body, and the muscles all over his body seem to have little mice running under the skin, twisting and twisting, making it even more scary. However, his eyes are sparkling, like...
A child less than a hundred days old is pure and clear, without any flaws. He smiled hard at me, then sighed and said, oh, I don’t want to be like this, but if this ghost is born, it will definitely cause great disaster. I have a teacher
Mr. Zhang Yansheng passed on to me a volume called "The Yellow Book of Dongzhen", which contains the method of using one's own destiny as a support to go to the underworld with evil ghosts.
This technique is dangerous and involves death and no life. That day, I laughed with my teacher and said, "I will definitely die from this technique." Unexpectedly, what I said that day has become a prophecy today. This is cause and effect. I, an old man, will live a safe life, but I will still have to do it after all.
Such a passing...
Hearing what he said, I felt regretful in my heart. I had thought that the old man was as perverted as Li Yongsheng and wanted to coexist with the ghosts condensed in the "Yin Gathering and Soul Refining Twelve Palace Gate Formation". However, I didn't expect that.
He was so determined that he wanted to die together with this horrible ghost. Suddenly, my nose felt sore and my eyes became blurry.
I murmured: "It shouldn't be like this..."
As he spoke, he felt two streams of moist heat on his cold face, which flowed all the way to the back of his ears. It was itchy and heartbreaking.
Ouyang said with his fingers, "Don't be sad. Old man, I have been poisoned by corpse poison. After this strenuous exercise, the poison has already penetrated into the heart and lungs. Time is running out, so it's very good. If this evil ghost () finds a way, he will shrink again."
If I go back to the underground, there will be a lot more troubles in the world. If I die, I think it is worth it. This world will be my way and my way to success. Brother Lu Zuo, if you can see my teacher in the future,
You might as well tell him that the old student he disliked the least, Ouyang Zhizhong, has now done something enjoyable. This life is not in vain, this life is not in vain...
After holding back all his strength, he suddenly stood up, smiled and sang, saying: "Inside and outside the three realms, only Tao is the only one, and the body is covered with golden light, reflecting my body; now I am going to the underworld, where all the gods are paying homage, the ghosts and monsters are frightened, and the spirits have lost their form..."
Ouyang was dancing and singing with his fingers, and the surrounding rice formations were rippling with a beige halo. When he sang "I am unconscious, and I will return to the underworld", a dark red glow appeared.
Flames emerged from his Heavenly Spirit Cap, burning his hair and beard in an instant. At this moment, the old man could no longer sing, and his voice was covered by a dull roar in the air.
, that roar seemed to be a howl of despair and begging for mercy, saying: "Oh my God... no, I am not a capitalist, I am not a lackey! I am just a..."
This evil ghost who died in the 1950s seems to still have a strong obsession with his own death.
And this obsession even far exceeds the hatred for us...
I couldn't move my whole body. I could only watch the old man dancing the sacrificial dance crazily, and watch the dark red flame engulf his body. The flames engulfed his hair, skin, muscles, bones and body fluids.
It evaporated, and his soul was tightly entangled with the evil ghost that entered his body, preventing it from breaking out again. The evil ghost was trembling, roaring, and screaming, and finally turned into a prayer...
Mr. Ouyang didn't say a word, letting the evil ghost express its emotions. He just clung to it, using up every ounce of his will and thought. He was beating with his life and soul, fearless.
.I looked at the flaming spirit in the corner of my vision, and the grief and anger in my heart was like the weeds growing wildly in spring, so stagnant that it made people collapse. No one could save Ouyang Zhijian. He begged for mercy, received mercy, and sacrificed his life for righteousness. He was so heroic.
!
This old man has always been unknown, but at the last moment, he used the power of life to show his strength.
Just when Ouyang finally collapsed with no strength between his fingers, there was a dull explosion from far behind me, probably from the edge of the hall. My nose was sharp, and I could feel the smell of gunpowder smoke wafting. Then.
, there were many people's footsteps coming from that direction. I couldn't move at all, like the fat on the chopping board, unable to resist. The footsteps were getting closer, and the visitor seemed to be startled by the burning flames, slightly.
We were exchanging words. After a few seconds, someone walked up to me, and then an iron pipe was pressed against my chest: "Don't move!"
This is a man wearing camouflage green, which looks like a military uniform, and the style is a bit strange. Pressed against my chest is a miniature submachine gun. The muzzle is cold, but it can spray hot bullets at any time.
I didn't care about him, but silently watched Ouyang's fingers being licked and burned by the dark red flames, and finally lying on the ground. The old man's body was twisted and deformed, and there was an unpleasant burning smell in the air.
In that scorching temperature, I seemed to see the death of two souls. An old man who was about sixty years old. He was wearing a gray gown and thousand-layer shoes. He had a flowing goatee, fair hair and a childlike face, and wise and bright eyes.
Bright and gentle, he looked at me and smiled. After a while, he waved to me, saying goodbye, and then floated upward.
There was a slight cry in the air at the end: "I am not a capitalist, I am just a businessman..."
My eyes were full of tears, one drop at a time, filling my eyes completely, and the whole world became blurred and distorted. The soldier pulled me up, but my current situation was worse than that of a drunken man.
It was even heavier than the drunkard who was in the mud. He suddenly tilted his hand and pushed me to the other side. I saw two people dressed like Zamao Xiaodao, dancing with mahogany swords and fighting with Xiaodong and Manli.
With them were three men in white coats and a girl in red.
In addition, more than two squads of soldiers took control of the scene. The scene was turned upside down. All of them, Lao Wang, had guns pointed at their heads and fell to their knees.
Also pointed at the head was Dan Feng at the iron gate. She was pinned to the ground by two tall and thick men in a standard grabbing position. A man with a scar on his face was holding a pistol to inspect her.
The pistol belonged to Lao Wang, and it seemed that Dan Feng picked it up and shot Xu Yongsheng several times.
I was helped up by that person. He patted my face and said, are you okay? Can you talk? I opened my mouth and said "ah", feeling that my throat was dry again. Looking past him, I could see Zhao Zhonghua
I was surrounded by several people dressed as doctors and nurses, and they were undergoing emergency treatment. A short, fat man with Mediterranean hair came over, still staring at the side of the fight. The soldier who was supporting me gave a standard salute and shouted
Chief.
He looked at me and said, "What's going on?"
The soldier replied that there was a conscious man here, but he kept silent and seemed to have lost his strength.
The short, fat man stretched out his left hand and put five carrot-thick fingers on the artery on the side of my neck. Two seconds later, he frowned and said, "Hey, you're not being strung up. Are you scared?" I felt him.
My fingers were burning hot, and I started to touch the red line where I hung the locust wood sign. After holding back my strength, I spoke: "Who are you...?"
He laughed and said, oh, you are not a fool. Well, since you are here, you must know something about the situation, we are citizens of the country.
I tried my best to raise the corners of my mouth and smiled. Is it the State Administration of Religious Affairs?
He looked at me in surprise and said, Oh? You do know something? Before he finished speaking, he turned to look at the scene and cursed: "Huang Pengfei, Xia Yuxin, Cao Yanjun, scolded the next door, you street boys
Why don't you get to work quickly? Are you just waiting to eat shit?
After scolding me, he turned around and asked me kindly, how did you know?
I said that my friend’s senior brother is Chen Zhicheng, the “Black Hands of Two Cities”.
His face became serious.
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